Yesterday, Ivy greeted me at the bottom of the stairs when I came down. She had that look on her face that gave away where she’d been sleeping. I checked the living room chair, it was warm, and I looked at her, pointed to the chair, and looked again, sternly. She knew. I don’t think ‘my look’ is going to fix the issue, but I do believe she understood I was unhappy. I made coffee, let her out the backdoor and began the day. Yesterday morning it was sunny, warm, and muggy and Ivy and I could feel the air outside when we got the morning paper. This morning was a bit different, the weather had changed and it was cool enough to sleep with the windows open, significant benefit of living in the Midwest. Instead of waiting for me to wake, she came upstairs to greet me at 3AM. I climbed out of bed and went downstairs with her. She wanted to go outside but at three in the morning and it being dark, very dark, I feared an encounter with a skunk – she stayed inside. I fell asleep on the couch and W woke me at 6.15 reminding me it was time to go to football camp. Ivy eagerly jumped in the backseat and rode along it’s sort of a summer tradition. She loves going for rides. When we returned the coffee was ready and it was quiet; time to read the newspaper, sip coffee, and listen to the birds call and chirp in the backyard. It is summer after all and the pace of life is slower, even at home. Last week we were up north at the cottage, where life’s pace is slow and peaceful.
Even at a slow and peaceful pace, I haven’t been writing much, lately. I feel a bit guilty, honestly more than a little guilty, a lot of guilt about my lack of writing. It is not that have do not have ideas or time. I honestly do not know what it is, but I still feel guilt. When I began blogging three summers ago, my goal was to write daily or almost daily and for the most part, I did. Looking back it was easy or so it seems. That was three years ago and life has fallen into a bit of a routine annual schedule with school, summer vacation, and activities. Occasionally, I look back at the prior year’s post – I do have three years of posts about Making the Days Count – and reminisce about days gone by, about times playing learning, visiting and growing.
This week we’ve been home. The kids have activities and appointments all week; we have appointments, too and they break the day into chunks. W has football all week and it is his last week of football camp before heading off to the National Scout Jamboree for ten days. We drop him off Sunday evening. He is excited and I would be, too. O has had softball games all week. Her teams are 1-2 and she is playing again tonight. Win and they play for the championship Saturday morning, lose and they play for consolation even earlier Saturday morning. Regardless of the outcome, it has been a good season for O playing softball.
I’ve been busy being my own tech support this week. We finally got B a new laptop, her old one crashed in late April and she’s been relying on her iPad and my laptop to keep up with mail and research. We got it Monday afternoon and by Tuesday morning I had rescued all of the old data and transferred it to the new laptop, loaded Office, virus software, and synced the new machine with iTunes and her iPad. She was ready to roll. Tuesday afternoon, W and I moved and re-wired the cable modem and router. It changed the dynamics of the home Wi-Fi and I haven’t quite figured it out yet. I was even able to hook up the rescue hard drive and begin backing up recent photos and organizing the storage space.
You just cannot backup photos without looking through them and remembering the days and times of the past, or at least I can’t I don’t have the self-discipline to not look at them and remember. Below are a few photos from the summer of ’03. That seems like a million years ago, but it has been only ten. A lot happened that summer and much has happened since – growing, learning, and time. Speaking of time, it has been almost three hours since I re-started this post. I’ve spent most of the time going back ten years and finding pictures to add to the post and tell my story. I’d better focus on the present and get this done, up and posted for all to read and reflect. Today is going to be a great day, I know it and I can feel it, so I had better jump up, jump in, and seize the day. Making the Days Count, especially when I look back to see where I have been; it helps me better understand where I am going.
Where were you in the summer of ’03? What were you doing?